A Day In The Life

Craiglockhart Extravaganza

So there I am, 5 weeks to go until my final year dissertation has to be signed, sealed and delivered to the powers that be. Time is of the essence as I'm sure you can imagine. I am enjoying the surroundings of the new Craiglockhart campus and am in the zone. The thoughts passing through my body from my brain to my fingertips and onto the flat screen in front of me are groundbreakingly monumental. Astute to the point of pain. The kind of pain I imagine a fully dilated bride feels after 17 hours of labour just seconds before the child passes through her and out into the world. Or the kind of pain that Lennox Lewis felt in the closing minute of his bout with Mike Tyson, Tyson's earth shattering blows bouncing off Lewis' body only making Lewis fiercer as he senses the kill.

But wait. Something's wrong. Where's the screaming baby? Where's the jaw crunching clincher? Instead of euphoric climax I feel dread penetrating me deep at the base of my spine, shooting vertically to my head and scraping across the inside of my skull as I realise what's happening.

"Get out now!", the yellow vested man at the doorway is yelling over the din of the fire alarm.

Yuk. Just what I need huh? 45 minutes stuck outside in the cold while the guys in yellow (standard issue apparantly) perform an eloborate drill on the new building. Upon my return the inspiration has vanished and I am left in a state of anguish with nowhere to direct my frustrations than you. Yes you.

posted by mrwhatshisface @ 4:43 pm